Firestar looked across the camp. Nice, not a single cat was upset. They weren't a single bit mad about the half-clan relationships.
"Daddy, what's a twerk?"
Firestar didn't bother turn around. Won't let his nice suit get ruined for any bitch. "Ask Sandstorm."
"She's... busy." Squirrelkit answered.
"The bitch better be...You see, a twerk is something she-cats do so they don't get beat up by me." Firestar finally answered, somewhat acting like a decent father.
"And... Where's Leafkit? Is she... busy?"
"Listen, I'm not that bad pimp daddy. I don't do no kit hoin'. Spottedleaf is "mentoring" her. I thought you were supposed to be there, too." he growled. Just because she isn't a hoe yet doesn't mean she shouldn't learn. Bitches be stupid.
"Okay, daddy... I love you." she muttered as she exited the den.
"You too, baby girl." he whispered to himself. That's the only thing I would change if I could. I don't want my baby girl to be hurt... Hmmm... maybe she could be the bottom bitch? Nah. Maybe she could be a normal she-cat. She could just hoe for her mate. Like it used to be... Firestar violently shook his head. No, I can't let anyone figure out... I will let her be that way, but I'll just tell everyone she was claimed.
"Firestar," Ferncloud walked into the den, seemingly tired. "Dustpelt gave me five mice."
"Give me two, unless you wanna get bitch slapped."
"Yes, master..." she slid two of her mice over to him. "What do I do with the rest?"
Bitches can't do math. "Give one to Squirrelkit and Leafkit. The rest will go to Sandstorm." he meowed condescendingly.
"Thank you, master."
"For the last time, bitch! I ain't your master! Dustpelt is now! You just give me the mice!" he snapped.
"S-sorry!" she scrunched herself up to seem smaller. "I won't let it happen again..."
Firestar snorted. "Mhm. You no longer give me mice, by the way. Dustpelt is your master, you give mice to him. Got it, bitch?"
"Y-y-yes!" she meowed.
"Bitch dismissed." Firestar waved his tail with mice tail tassels to signal her out. What's mice tail tassels, you ask? It's tassels he added to his tail out of mice tails, bitch!
"Daddy!" Firestar heard Leafkit and Squirrelkit approach the den. "Spottedleaf showed us everything. It was very graphic and detailed."
"It looked fun!" Leafkit meowed excitedly.
"Meh." Squirrelkit commented.
"Squirrelkit, Leafkit, do you understand what really goes on?" Firestar's voice lowered slightly as he realized the news he was about to tell them.
"Not really..." Leafkit replied for both of the she-kits.
"Trust me, you don't wanna get in this business. Let me explain..." Firestar began explaining to them as much as he could. He didn't want them in this business.
"Oh..." they both muttered quietly.
"Daddy, why did you do that?" Squirrelkit carefully asked to avoid him lashing out.
"I did it because Daddy's a mousebrain. I hope you two can forgive me..." he legitimately meowed with sadness while keeping his blank gaze towards the ground. "But, I won't let that happen to you kits... You will have a choice of your mate, not me. You may sleep in my den with me and Sandstorm so you will not be harassed by the other toms who don't have as good judgement as me."
"Thank you, Daddy." Leafkit and Squirrelkit tackled him playfully.
Firestar chuckled as he tried to pull them off. I can get more suits...
Chapter 2 theme- What I've Done- Linkin Park